Ginninderra Press: 334 books

A collection of stories emanating from the experience of growing up, living and working in Australia’s third metropolis. ‘Denying the Faith’ and ‘This Clown’ record the fearful impressions of a childhood spent in Irish Catholic suburbia, reflected upon later in life when the fear has subsided...

Surprising personal glimpses of the eminent and enigmatic Australian poet ‘I wonder sometimes if the literary pests are writing memoirs: “The last time I saw her she was pale and sick but smiling bravely.”’ So mused the dying Gwen Harwood in a letter written a few months before she...

The poems selected in this book – taken from Thérèse Corfiatis’s four published books, and a Pocket Poet – convey striking images of landscape, childhood, travel and place. Some of the poems have a mystical element. Colour, light and sound weave together the threads of human experience. This...

This moving memoir details the first twelve months after a mastectomy and how one woman has dealt with it. Facing cancer focuses the mind sharply on both the past and the future: the present has simply to be got through. The author's hope is that her struggle to make sense of her situation may help others and their intimates. 

This is the story of my struggle to bring language to my child, who was born with a severe hearing loss as a result of congenital rubella. It is also the same story as experienced by my daughter and told in her own words. Our stories show readers how courage and determination can overcome such a difficult...

This is the story of a writer unravelling a web of mystery, people and places; the mystery perpetuated through generations and still unresolved. Then a hoard of notes and mementos so unexpected, so astonishing, comes to light from a hiding place cunningly concealed that our writer senses they were...

Australia has welcomed immigrants from many countries of the world over the years. Many choose to marry within their own cultural groups, others know when they have met the right partner, regardless of country or creed. This story – the sequel to Beatrice’s Commonsensical Approach – tells of...

Born in Germany, Margitta Acker came to Australia in June 1962. Five weeks later, she was married at St Peter's Lutheran Church in Reid. For her, it was a wedding among strangers. Her memories of settling in Canberra, exploring her new surroundings, finding work, making friends and raising a family give...

John R. Sabine is now well into his third career: first a scientist and academic, then a business consultant/entrepreneur and now a scholar-at-large (thinker, writer, speaker, actor). His acting lifes include stage, film and television work, especially in his persona as the humorist Old Jack: the...

As a child I drove my mother to distraction with my constant question, Why? After a stream of these endless whys I can still hear her exasperated voice saying, ‘Why because.’ and I knew that was the time to stop – at least for a while. Nothing has changed. I am still asking questions. These...

Dear Jenny is a moving story of love between two women friends, expressed in an exchange of phone text messages which became less self-conscious as Jenny’s death approached.

"An extraordinary love story unfolds in these pages, more than forty years of a wife and husband balancing the reality of being in relationship with the truth of each their ‘own-being’ through the exacting discipline of tanka poetry. Day by day, they observed and concentrated their ever-shifting...

In his poem ‘The Road Not Taken’, Robert Frost writes of taking the road less travelled and this making all the difference. In ‘Leisure’, W.H. Davies writes, ‘What is this life, if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare’. Both poems have strongly influenced how I have lived my...

‘The verse novel genre is ideal for poet and fiction writer Jill Gloyne to convey the rapidly changing life of Jim McFarlane. Through a series of tragedies his old self is shed like the bark of the trees around him revealing a new mask that is both a curse and a key. And like the tender young shoots...